Saturday, 28 January 2017

Scribing 12 - Becoming accustomed to what is ordinary

Power, love, war, peace
Everyone wanted to be unique
And if you couldn't you'd find a way
Conjure a demon, do the dark dirty
Get that succatour atten-she-on thouest need

The rain falls outside
Leaves covered in droplets
The sun shines outside
Tempting me with resolution

This is the end
Of flowery living
Of pretending everything is grand
Of wanting to be part of what is right for the sake of energy

Honesty, what is honesty
We all have our back up ancient belief systems
Well mine is mine
I have one too hidden deep within

Right after all the crazy nancies have stopped projecting their children with demon possession
Then we can go back to the way life was before all this cackle began
Out shines the truth
Out the arse of a donkey

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